Spark Plug (Five-Alarm Flings #2)

He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t do small talk. And he definitely doesn’t stare…except he won’t stop staring at me.

I’m just here to drop off cupcakes for the station fundraiser. I’m not here to melt the grumpiest firefighter in the building. But the way he’s looking at me like I’m the first sweet thing he’s wanted in years is making it really hard to leave.

He’s twice my size and half as friendly as everyone else in the crew. But alone? He’s all hands and low voice and this growl that makes my brain shut off. Turns out the grumpy ones don’t just run hot. They burn.